Lyrics:
Life is good in the hood and when I skis it snows
Portable hard drugs autoshotguns we got thugs
Get my cock sucked by rock groupies and pop sluts
Weird
Now the leeches are in love, and the serenade's begun
Maybe you're the lucky one, but you can't trust a simple song
You're no fun
Are we speeding
post by the brigade
Standing all alone every night you'll see her wait,
For this is the place a vow was made
And breezes sing her serenade)
"Oh
amazed by your cigarette sunshine
Got me on cloud 9
Won't leave you alone till you're all mine
I'll take that slow drag
Breathe in the fumes from your
collide, so can our heads tonight
It's like fighting in a war when you don't even know what you're fighting for
Reminds me of the drugs we took before that
of transgressive behavior. Monogamous people are the real dreamers, the cheating rest are such boring realists. Let me be a dreamer, let me be a dreamer...
Jeg dro
In Cuba, each merry maid
Wakes up with this serenade
Peanuts! They're nice and hot
Peanuts! I sell a lot
If you haven't got bananas, don't be
want money, drugs, bitches, liquor
You know when I first got my deal
I got two porsches
And a hundred pairs of all white Air Forces
Never seen me with
on love and other drugs
I'd like to thank my beloved
Eyes light up with the thunder
Are you the wisdom lady
Earth that raised me
Serenade me
Take me to you
the role of a Tom
The cheap dope slanger, life rearranger
Selling people drugs to put
Gold on your finger
We know better 'cause you are chеaper
With your
the lamp post by the brigade
standing all alone every night you'll see her wait,
for this is the place a vow was made
and breezes sing her serenade . .
the stream, artefacts of what I
Was
Read the signs on the trees,
Written by golden leaves
Winds are howling their serenades,
Ancient chants singing all
You petrify.
Just one more blow and you're done,
Become your father's son,
Can't open your eyes at all, any more.
Second-hand hopes,
Picked apart by
Serenade me with a night song
Down by the school
A cozy little hideaway
Where we can be cool
Saw her last night with a new light
It was a mystery
sells a lot)
Peanuts
If you haven't got bananas don't be blue
Peanuts in a little bag are calling you
Don't waste them (no tummy ache)
You'll taste
and hot)
Peanuts (he sells a lot)
Peanuts
If you haven't got bananas don't be blue
Peanuts in a little bag are calling you
Don't waste them (no tummy
And find it's worth the scars
If you don't bleed
Then you can't see
I can hear the goddess of the dark
Serenade me
Taste of the sublime light
Forbidden
Are
this one for the Lord?
Or do I simply serenade for things I must afford?
You can jumble them together, my conflict still remains
Holiness is calling,
On
Joseph earns his daily bread
Through serenade and by request from the people passing by
It's enough for him
It's enough for him
I said, Joseph earns his
woes
And i still ain't with the jokes
What you see is what you get, you can take that how you want
I live by show no love then no love lost
All this
I’m a drunk jockey
In my secondhand jersey with drugs still in the pockets
All in shambles
Back at your door asking you to take the gamble
One more
you're holding the ace
Love is a game that I used to play safe (but)
You're dangerous
My frozen emotions are thawed by your touch
My frigid heart is
problems even I can not control me
I tried to get away from it but you got me runnin' back every single time like
You are my drug, you are my drug
You are my
attempting to stay relevant
Like your wife striping for men at concerts, cuckold beta
You divide America, pushing the drug white vs black
Dark skins are
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